I love the fuzz in Best Coast's music. It wraps around you like a blanket, giving some grit to what otherwise would just be pretty little ditties.
So Beth Cosentino is singing a song about the most famous indie-rock cat ever. “You can't go to a Best Coast show without hearing his name, sorry,” she says.
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And you'd think that her set would be less … interesting than it turns out to be.
Her reserve of short-and-sweet songs (read: made with hooks) is
endless, and her banter could've been lifted directly from Lady Gaga's
playbook. (“When I was 17,18,19, I went to Coachella. Now I'm 24 and I'm
playing Coachella. So anyone with a dream—this could be you.”)
The question of the moment: To Duran Duran or not to Duran Duran?
